May You Build A Ladder To The

They're Selling Postcards Of The Hanging They're Painting The Passports Brown The Beauty Parlor Is Filled With Sailors The Circus Is In Town Here Comes The Blind Commissioner They've Got Him In A Trance One Hand Is Tied To The Tight-rope Walker The Other Is In His Pants And The Riot Squad They're Restless They Need Somewhere To Go As Lady And I Look Out Tonight From Desolation Row.

Bob Has Never Written A Bad Song. Bob Dylan Is A Genius.

I Practice A Faith That's Been Long Abandoned Ain't No Altars On This Long And Lonesome Road

Well, It's Always Been My Nature To Take Chances My Right Hand Drawing Back While My Left Hand Advances

She Takes Your Voice And Leaves You Howling At The Moon.